DEMETER
Onda nuda mi accoglie
da pari a pari la sento più vicina
io fermo mi lascio scavare
la sabbia sotto i piedi.
sul capo l’orizzonte freddo
e crine di brina sulla pelle
unghie bianche e occhi chiusi
ali negli occhi
canine capriole d’artigli
spire di sangue sulla sabbia nuda.
G.S.
…Shortly before ten o’clock the stillness of the air grew quite oppressive, and the silence was so marked that the bleating of a sheep inland or the barking of a dog in the town was distinctly heard, and the band on the pier, with its lively French air, was like a dischord in the great harmony of nature’s silence. A little after midnight came a strange sound from over the sea, and high overhead the air began to carry a strange, faint, hollow booming.
Then without warning the tempest broke. With a rapidity which, at the time, seemed incredible, and even afterwards is impossible to realize, the whole aspect of nature at once became convulsed…
Bram Stoker, DRACULA